After closing the Heavenly Demon Canon, Huang Xiao went over its contents in his mind from beginning to end. Once he was certain he had missed nothing, he let out a deep sigh.
"It truly is unfathomable. It deserves to be the supreme manual of the foremost demonic sect a thousand years ago!" Huang Xiao could not help marveling. Even setting aside the power of the Heavenly Demon Skill, mastering any one of the several cultivation methods in this manual would be enough to roam the Jianghu with few who could rival him.
Huang Xiao stared at the Heavenly Demon Canon in his hand for a long time, then said softly, "A man's wealth is a source of trouble!"
With that, Huang Xiao abruptly clapped his palms together. Palm force surged wildly between them, and the Heavenly Demon Canon caught between his hands gave off metallic ringing sounds.
"Huh?" Huang Xiao separated his palms and examined the Heavenly Demon Canon again. The manual was completely intact, without the slightest damage.
Huang Xiao knew how much force he had just used. Never mind this thin manual-even a mountain rock struck by that blow would have shattered into rubble.
"This isn't ordinary paper!" Only then did Huang Xiao discover that the pages bearing the writing were not ordinary paper. They seemed to have been woven from some kind of golden thread. His blow had shaken off the outer layer of camouflage, revealing the faint gold beneath.
The writing of the Fierce Tiger Fist had vanished, crumbling with that layer of camouflage into dust that drifted through the air.
"No wonder the hidden writing couldn't be seen. The cultivation methods in the Heavenly Demon Canon were engraved on the golden threads. The characters were tiny to begin with, and with that camouflage covering